Heaven should be kind to stupid people, for no one else can be consistently.

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

All we are is in the soul.

The causes that govern the heart appear to be wholly alien to the results achieved. Are the forces that moved a desperate criminal the same that fill a martyr with pride, as both mount the scaffold?

Handsome widows, after a twelve-month, enjoy a latitude and longitude without limit.

Alas, two men are often necessary to provide a woman with a perfect lover, just as in literature a writer composes a type only by employing the singularities of several similar characters.

For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.